Cliff and I have been used to carrying on a conversation while riding the motorcycle; There are microphones and speakers in our helmets, and all we've had to do was plug in when we get on the bike and unplug when we dismount.
Cliff doesn't hear well, even with his hearing aid in his one ear that sorta-kinda works. But with the helmets on and the speakers working, we could chat like normal folks do... even better than we can in the quiet of our living room. Until recently, I didn't realize how much I enjoyed our motorcycle conversations.
We don't appreciate something until we have to do without it for awhile.
Cliff bought himself a new full-face helmet, removed the sound system from his old helmet, and added it to the new. He's done this in the past with other helmets, with no problem. This time, something went haywire. He has no sound in his helmet.
Cliff is so hard of hearing that, with a full-face helmet and no sound, I may as well talk to my hand as try to make myself heard when we're riding. Even if I yell at the top of my lungs.
After yesterday's cruise we both agreed that it's boring to ride when we can't converse. By hook or by crook, our sound system has to be repaired.